Taylor Floris Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, this one time, stumbled outta tavern, half pissed, an met this whore—Rosie, let’s call her, coz fuck if I remember her name. She had eyes like them favela kids, sharp an hungry, y’know? “Gimme ya silver, short-arse,” she says, bold as brass. Laughed me head off—cheeky tart! Gave her double, coz I’m a soft git when drunk. She weren’t just a shag, tho—told me stories, proper dark ones. Said she once nicked a lord’s purse mid-fuck, spent it on bread for her brat. Ballsy, right? Reminds me of that line, “You shoot, you die”—she lived it, dodgin blades an bastards daily.

About dlee

Label geared towards releasing good music without the help of major labels keeping a distinct sound which carries an underground movement.

Neighborhoods are tight like a hug. Old Town's got quirky shops and funky murals that scream "Brooklyn, give me a break!" I stroll by Bean Bag Square and always get a kick from the local taco truck parked at Dizzy Corner. So many flavors––yum yum!

Floris Kouijzer appointed general manager of Bankside Hotel